Hunger
One day all over, all over the place
I found in deep blue blood the human being grace.
Humans were crazy, they were hunting the time
Each day more hazy, they killed all its chimes.
The first day the sun laughed, the second he cried.
Hunger, dear hunger, are you satisfied?
The lives are now thinner, the colours, the eyes.
The smiles and the ideas, they all look a-like
People are running, but they don’t know why.
The first night the moon laughed, the second she cried.
Oh, she cried!
You feed on earth, you feed on stones
But will you ever, ever be
satisfied?
Tender is the night
Tender is the night
when your moonlight softly pierces my sky.
Tender is the night
when your old song, it comes back to me and the rough days, they fall away.
Tender was the night
when your soft eyes were enough to me.
Tender was the night
when your crazy dreams, they were quilting in the night my broken and lonely sleep.
The ground pulls the leaf down
but the wind hangs it up.
With dances, with drawings and illusions it kindly delays its end.
Tender was the night
when we were dancing in that same mild wind.
Dancing in the night
when the sour ground and the end, they were yet so far to reach.
The end, it was so far to reach.
The end, it was
The end, it was
The end, yes it was, so far to reach.
I Know
I Know
I Know
I know I know I know
it was time to leave, it was time to go.
I know I know I know
That all beauty must die and after all
The laughters every man learns to cry.
I know I know I know
I know all the things we have done
They were like the snow in the sun,
But I know I know I know
That while the heart cries for the things that are gone
The soul smiles for the new things
that unexpectedly are found.
But still I don’t know
Should I resist or should I go?
Should I quit now or should I hold on?
For I know I am nothing, I know
I am a Whole.
You know you know you know
I’d like to tell you by this song
That I know how you’re feeling, I know
Your eyes have been bleeding enough
For the loss of the meaning, the rough
Bitter void that is simply unveiled
When all the masks, they get burned.
But I don’t expect any thanks
In the end it’s your choice,
but deep in your flesh
carve the sound of my voice.
No offense,
just a tear that might wash
all the dirt, all the trash, all the pain
all the doubts you’ve got stuck in your eyes,
that might dry
all the rain has fallen in your heart.
But still I don’t know
Should I resist or should I let you go?
Should I be angry or rather relieved?
'Cause I know we were nothing, I know
we were a Whole.
I know I know I know
I messed up your heart, my love,
but you know you know you know
you messed up my mind.
Let’s say that we are even,
that we both lost
that we both won.
Le Grand Hiver
Les hivers sont longs
Trop longs parfois
Mais le froid et la neige
Qui recouvrent nos villages
d’un manteau de silence, ils protègent
non âmes étourdies
qui encore une fois croyaient avoir perdu
encore une fois croyaient ne pas avoir eu
le courage de s’oublier
le temps d’un été.
Et voilà le grand sommeil introverti
qui apaise nos blessures et nos cris
nos forces perdues à découvrir
encore une fois les beaux fous rires,
les aventures du printemps
de ses rivières, des grands amours, aveugles espoirs
qui encore une fois croyaient pouvoir
gagner, changer le triste destin
de nos chagrins
de nos prières.
C’est en hiver
que la vie nous rattrape.
C’est à chaque hiver
qu’en silence elle repense la distance
entre nos fous désirs et nos vrais âmes
Qui encore une fois
croyaient ne jamais perdre,
encore une fois
croyaient pouvoir tout dire,
tout faire, tout vivre
pour saisir la joie.
Et voilà le grand sommeil introverti
qui apaise nos blessures et nos cris
nos forces perdues à découvrir
encore une fois les beaux fous rires,
les aventures du printemps
de ses rivières, des grands amours, aveugles espoirs
qui encore une fois croyaient pouvoir
gagner, changer le triste destin
de nos chagrins
de nos prières.
C’est le temps des questions
des questions sans réponses.
Et voici de nos gestes, des efforts
la froide insignifiance.
Mais c’est là, sous la gelée de notre jardin
que la terre en silence nous prépare
un nouveau matin.